Best Conformity Poems

"You are ... different, aren't you?" she said, crinkling her nose.

That sentiment, spoken by my fourth grade home-room teacher
Had been paraphrased many times before
(And would be countless times again)
Different, unusual, odd, weird, curious, complex, or just plain strange

Those were the kind ones - the ones...

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I have a lovely daughter, who is a lovely mess,
for every rule you give her, she will have to test.
She’s always just inside the lines or balanced on the top.
She loves to challenge all the rules to see how they will flop.

My favorite of her...

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Creative Conformity, an oxymoron.
No other explanation for I cannot fathom this term in any other way
What has already been, cannot be construed as creative.
And conformity has been done
And done
And done
And done
And done.
Overdone, to the point of ridiculousness.
Nothing creative about it.
If you ask me.
But what do...

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There comes a time
We ask ourselves
The why of what we do

What is the use of writing poetry
Do I write to express myself or to be read
If I have to conform to someone’s rules
Am I writing for me or am I writing for them
Afterall do they...

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Evil thrives under a cloak of silence,
having a keen ear for the slightest sound.
And will react with violence and threats
to trample any form of protest down.

Truth fuels a cacophony of noise,
where whispers morph into a crescendo.
But our fears are fed a diet of lies,
suppressing queries...

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There are those who heedlessly follow the crowd
There are also a few who singularly continually do not
Some of these do it to be different, while some just are
They dance to their own voice, hear a different drummer
It is not at all easy to be different,...

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it is complete -- 
protestations of the existentialists notwithstanding --
the end of history.
Science is here. 
slammed over me.

and everywhere
the necessity of Standardization.
in my labor 
and in my thought
Capitalism dictates.

efficiency is the new God,
except for the God-people themselves of course
who experience choice
and embrace the Absurd
as i...

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A teacher steps in front of a class.
“Today we will be learning…”
Your bias?
Your inability to respect us?
The fact that you don’t want to be here?
Her mouth continues to move but I can’t zone back in.
Why do we attend class?
So we all think the same?
To never...

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Hollow hearts and empty minds
frozen as we turn.
Terror lies in what one finds
if he dare attempts to learn.
 
Another road is often best,
though traversed the very least.
And the tide of ignorance never crests,
but thrives on knowledge ceased.
 
To a rocky death with the herd,
you'll succumb...

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Creative conformity
For the majority 
Is something in which to take pride

I love getting dressed up
But usually end up
To my detriment out dressing the bride...

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One may say that a day filled with magic,
Might stir up something described as taboo,
And if that be the case, then we must lose,
The subject matter, ergo, must change soon,
So that we may progress and show redress,
That starts off a plain good sort of a...

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Conformity
Shackles
The
Mind  
Creativity
Squashed
Pacing
The
Hopeless
Cul-de-sac
Swallowing
The
Dregs
Of
Society....

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Why be concerned with transparency
People are blind, they really can’t see
With distortion and illusion in the word today
And bias and lies in what people say

Just be who you are, one of a kind
The truth will totally blow their mind
They’ll be so confused trying to figure...

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There was a king once reigning
Who carried a great, big flea—
And far from him complaining,
The flea filled the king with glee!
For to him that flea was dearer
Than even his only son,
And to make his preference clearer,
Raised it higher than anyone!

In ermine, silk and satin
The flea...

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